What can I say of Adam
touching the hand of God?
Hand of chrysanthemums,
love of son to father,
delicate immensity.
A thought in me,
at a picture of chrysanthemums
on my doctor’s wall.
Simplicity,
embracing all equations
of the beautiful.
Peace at a limitless place.
Wisdom described by petals.
Each blossom sunrise.
Life, bittersweet,
the shortness of its time,
on every branch of being.
What joy the doctor has
knowing his artist.
What wonderful friends
they make.
Youth and health in these
infinities.